Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin (Part 2)

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like
To all mc thugs
them 4 little kids
And the teacher plugged
I don't give a style
Tell me jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty girl spit mucous
Speech
And raise the like Lukas
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
run they mouth about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff Starr immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw i'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
Like the to your balls
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
the street shit
Watch the world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky glowin
beams to the club
My man is half
Giving me pound and grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You just rappin
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap shit (Uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin street
I'm Flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga stay in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones runs cold in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
Know the
focused like photo lens
And wings like Cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the system
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like jeans
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these
My remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin the streets
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the time, ya trapped
make em react
God attack
Let em know the moon is still
And a fact...

Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha
Don't front, you we got cha opin, yo
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha

Huh, word
Mad opin
Yeah, life
Flipmode, Buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!